Several days later, the energy aftershocks that had raged above Shenhua Heaven for days finally dispersed.
Yet the pressure that had torn heaven and earth apart seemed to remain branded into the void, and even the air still carried the scorched smell left by the burning Spiritual power.
The auras of those mighty figures from the Upper Realm had vanished without a trace. No one knew where they had fled.
But everyone knew that this battle, which involved the bloodlines of the Upper Realm, could never end so easily.
Especially since the direct descendant of the Upper Realm's "Kun" clan's great demon had been annihilated in body and soul.
With the "Kun" clan's vengeful nature, they would sooner or later reclaim this blood debt—with interest.
But the grudges and entanglements among those Upper Realm magnates had nothing to do with Su Fan.
If anything, he was happy to watch them fight until heaven and earth were overturned. The best outcome would be for both sides to suffer heavy losses and beat each other senseless, sparing him the trouble of dealing with them later.
At that moment, Su Fan hovered high in the sky. Wherever his gaze reached, he saw nothing but a devastated land.
The once-majestic mountains had been severed at the waist. Fragments of energy that had yet to disperse were embedded among the broken walls and ruins, glowing with a dim blue Dead Silence.
The once-lush forests had become a stretch of charred black earth. Ravines several yards wide split the ground, and faint pulses of Spiritual power occasionally flickered from the bottomless cracks before everything sank into silence once more.
Su Fan could not help sighing inwardly, and a trace of guilt quietly crept into his heart.
If he had not caused such a huge mess back